Chapter 24 #2
Patrick wrinkled his face in displeasure.
He was the pickiest eater Kelsey knew. Megan had once chided him for having the palate of a six-year-old, and he didn’t argue.
Tonight, he looked cute but a bit uncomfortable in a dark suit that was just loose enough to make Kelsey suspect it belonged to his father.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen Patrick out of his traditional pair of cargo pants and a single-pocket polo.
“Oh, hey, did Tina call back today?” Kelsey had called once more last night but with no luck.
His face darkened. “Yes.”
Kelsey’s heart sank. It didn’t appear to be good news. “What did she say?”
“She didn’t say very much.”
Kelsey perked her eyebrows, waiting for more.
“She cried a lot. I think it upset her to know he’d been in a fighting ring. She’s calling back tomorrow.”
“That’s a good sign, right? A great sign.”
“I don’t know what to think of it. She cried, but she gave him up a year ago last summer.
The man who took him promised to stay in contact but didn’t.
” Patrick frowned and sipped his root beer, clearly working through something.
“If she didn’t want him then, it doesn’t seem probable she’s going to want him now. ”
“You never know, Patrick. Let’s wait and see.”
Kurt nodded in agreement. “He won’t be allowed to leave for a good while anyway. She’s got time to get used to the idea of what it would take to fit him back into her life.”
“I just thought seeing her might help him.”
If the woman didn’t intend to take him home, Kelsey hoped she’d stay away. Once Devil had time to adjust to living in a place that wasn’t Tina’s and wasn’t a horrific experience, he might settle down on his own.
At the drop in the conversation, her dad eyed the tray of a server who was passing by with a second round of chicken satay with peanut dipping sauce.
This time, her dad and Patrick were the first to accept because the chicken skewers neither lacked protein nor were on Patrick’s list of unusual foods that should not be eaten.
The room was getting more and more crowded, and guests were starting to take their seats. Kurt motioned around the reception hall. “This is definitely the nicest room I’ve ever been in.”
“Me too. Most of the decorating decisions were Megan’s.
I’m proud of her.” The arched ceilings were hung with ribbons of delicate, soft-white lights, and a floor-to-ceiling stone fireplace flanked the far wall.
Dressed in fresh, white linen, the tables each held beautiful displays of flowers and candles, and the chairs were covered to match.
The flower arrangements were dove gray, silver, and blush, and the votive holders were a mercury glass that created a stunning, muted glow across the tables.
Kelsey was debating about finishing her appletini and wondering how her buzz could be setting in so heavily when she remembered that aside from a few bites of appetizers, she’d not eaten since breakfast. She knew it was a good thing when the rest of the crowd began meandering to their seats.
Unless she wanted to slip from an easy buzz into a wild one, she needed food.
And better yet, Kelsey, Kurt, Patrick, and her parents had been placed at a table with two longtime shelter volunteers, Jan and Linda, and their teenage daughter.
Jan and Linda had recently returned from a month-long excursion in Zambia, where they’d participated in a walking safari.
Kelsey was hopeful their fabulous storytelling skills would take some of her parents’ attention off Kurt so he could relax and enjoy the night.
Soon everyone at their table was seated and introductions had been made.
When her parents weren’t so overly interested in finding out more about a secretive possible boyfriend, they were great in a social setting.
Her mom always knew how to keep the conversation flowing, something Kelsey was able to emulate when needed.
Feeling a wave of sympathy for how well Kurt had endured the attention so far, she placed a hand on his thigh beneath the layers of linen.
He covered her hand with his, stroking it with his thumb.
She’d experienced his touch enough to have committed the feel of his hand to memory.
And not just the feel of it either. Even underneath the table she could envision the faded check-mark scar over the two center knuckles of his left hand, the swell of the muscle between his thumb and forefinger, and the smooth skin of his palm with a few calluses interspersed.
She’d never stop enjoying the feel of them against her skin. She leaned close and dropped her voice to a whisper. “Thanks for coming.”
“Thanks for inviting me.”
“I was kind of worried you might change your mind and not come.”
He dropped his gaze a little too quickly, reminding her of how quiet he’d been lately. She bit down on her lip to keep from spouting a dozen questions.
“How was everything when you left?” she asked when she was sufficiently composed. “Did both Rob and Tess come to the house?”
“It was quiet, and yeah, both of them. Rob’s going to head back to the warehouse when they’re finished for the night. Tess is sleeping over.”
“Good,” Kelsey said, even though she was suddenly a little jealous that another girl Kurt knew would end up sleeping over at Sabrina’s house before she did. It took reminding herself why this was the case to be able to let the jealousy go.
Kurt shifted in his chair and leaned in close enough to whisper in her ear.
“When I came in, if you hadn’t been standing beside your parents, I’d have spent a bit more time telling you how amazing you look.
” He started to sit fully upright again, then changed his mind.
“Not that you don’t look perfect every day, cuz you do. ”
Kelsey’s neck warmed ten degrees. His breath smelled like the rich stout he’d been drinking, and she wanted desperately to brush her lips over his.
“Are you… Do you think you’ll be able to stay?
All night?” In her peripheral vision, she saw her mom begin to fidget with her napkin, and Kelsey wondered if, considering her buzz, she was really being as quiet as she thought.
Kurt’s answering soft chuckle suggested she wasn’t.
She hurriedly spat out a bit of clarification.
“Or will you still have to go back early to check on the dogs?”
The romantic room waiting for them back at the inn was something her parents never needed to know about. Neither was Kurt’s fear of how he could accidentally hurt her if he allowed himself to fall asleep beside her.
“I’m committed to staying for the entire thing.” He entwined his fingers with hers, and Kelsey was fairly certain the only way she could feel any better would be if every animal at the shelter had just been adopted.
Dinner was enjoyed with highlights of Jan and Linda’s safari.
Their pictures and stories were captivating, and Kelsey became determined to include a few in the next edition of the shelter’s newsletter.
Volunteer spotlights were usually related to their service at the shelter, but that wasn’t a steadfast rule.
Determined to make it through the night without slurring, Kelsey switched to a semisweet Vignoles when the server came by, while Kurt stuck with Guinness.
The dinner choices were grilled filet of beef tenderloin or chicken stuffed with Boursin and wild rice with bordelaise sauce.
Kurt chose the tenderloin and Kelsey opted for the chicken, which ended up being the single best piece of chicken she’d ever had.
After dinner was over, the dancing began.
Megan and Craig kicked off the traditional first dance.
The talented band, a trio, played a rendition of “Lucky” by Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat.
Kelsey didn’t think there could be a more perfect song for them to dance to.
They fit together better than a ceramic cake-topper couple.
Their happiness seemed to wash over the room, and the dance ended in a hearty round of applause.
When the band began the next song and the lead singer, a woman, invited guests onto the floor, Kurt let out a soft humph. It took Kelsey a few beats before she recognized the song as Rascal Flatts’s “Bless the Broken Road.”
Kurt leaned toward her. “I’m not one for dancing, but I can’t not dance this one with you, Kels. That is, if you’d like to.”
He extended his hand, palm up and open, toward her. He could do anything with those hands, and all his attention was on her. It was enough to make her breathless. It took her a second, but she managed to collect herself. “I wouldn’t say no for anything in the world.”
He led her to the dance floor and pulled her close.
She suspected her parents would be watching but didn’t care.
As his arms locked around her, somehow, even though the rest of the world was falling away, she made eye contact with Megan.
Her friend wiggled her eyebrows at her from over Craig’s shoulder.
Kelsey smiled before burrowing her head against Kurt’s smooth neck and breathing in his scent.
He didn’t smell like working Kurt tonight, his now-familiar blend of clean skin brushed with a touch of sweat and his delectable deodorant.
Tonight, he was wearing a sultry cologne, underneath which she was still able to catch the familiar scent of his skin.
As the talented singer sang out the first lyrics, it occurred to Kelsey that they’d been so busy this last month that she hadn’t really learned about Kurt’s taste in music. Was it a general liking of country music that made him want to dance to this song, or something else?
She wrapped her arms tighter around him and savored the feel of him pressing against her.
As she appreciated the singer’s magnificent voice, the lyrics hit home.
She’d heard the song dozens of times but had never imagined she could one day be what someone’s broken road led to.
The thought that she might be this for Kurt caused the hair on her neck and arms to stand on end.
She pressed her lips on the skin beneath his ear and above his jaw. “I love you.” It came out so quickly she couldn’t pull it back. Her words surprised her enough to lose a split second of the rhythm and have to find it again.
He stiffened enough for her to be certain it wasn’t her imagination.
Please don’t let this ruin things. Please, please, please. Her confidence was melting like Jell-O at a warm picnic.
He pressed his lips to her temple and left them there as they circled across the floor. The hand that was against the small of her back drew her closer. “I know,” he said an eternity later, his voice low and husky. “Forgive me for not saying it back. It doesn’t mean that I don’t.”
An uncomfortable heat blossomed in Kelsey’s chest, neck, and face. What did that mean? What on earth did that mean?
Kurt stopped dancing entirely. “The moon’s out and almost full. Want to step out on that amazing veranda for a few minutes?”
Not if it means you’re going to break my heart. A numbness was washing over her. It was as if her head didn’t belong to her body when she nodded.
Clasping her hand in his, Kurt led her across the dance floor, wove through the tables to the back of the room, and headed out the closest of the glass doors that led to the veranda.
Like the room inside, the pergola roof of the veranda was woven with soft-white lights, and so were the trunks of several trees.
It was dark otherwise, and in the silvery moonlight, the rolling hills of the winery seemed to stretch on forever above the farmland below.
“It’s beautiful here.” She said it mostly to prove she was strong enough to find her voice.
Her hands were shaky. She crossed to the edge of the veranda and placed them flat atop the wooden railing that separated the veranda from the stone patio that stretched out across the yard to the edge of the bluffs.
Kurt followed, stopping beside her and looking out into the night. “I’ve never been good with words. I know that. And lately they’ve been more locked up than ever.”
“You don’t have to say anything. I’m a bit buzzed, and it kind of slipped out. I don’t even know if—”
Kurt held up a hand to stop her. “No, don’t. Don’t make it less than it was. Kelsey, I can’t even begin to explain what’s inside me. There’s so much I haven’t told you. So much you don’t know.”
His words gave her courage. “I don’t have to know everything. And the important stuff—the part that makes you you—that’s the stuff that’s learned from actions, not words. I know you, Kurt, even if I don’t know everything.”
His answering sigh was like steam escaping from a kettle. His arms locked around her as he drew her tightly against him. She could feel his trembling torso against her stomach. His face was half-buried in her hair, and his words were muffled. “Kels, I came for you. To Sabrina’s. I came for you.”
Their lips met, and the kiss was both tender and intense.
Tears of relief slid down her face. Not making a mess of the makeup she’d taken a half hour perfecting slid to the bottom of her priority list. Through the glass doors, there was a second round of applause after a muffled announcement was made.
Then, where Kurt’s thigh pressed into her, she felt his phone begin to vibrate.
When he didn’t pull away, she followed his lead and allowed the kiss to linger.
His lips left hers to press against her temple, then her ear, and down her neck.
They were on their way back upward when his phone began to vibrate for a second round.
Kelsey pulled away enough to let her head clear. They had time for this later. An entire night with no interruptions. She didn’t want to miss much of Megan’s big moment.
“Do you want to see who it is? And I’m thinking we should head back inside. At least until the big stuff is finished.”
“Yeah, sure.” He pulled out his phone and shook his head. “It’s a number I don’t know.” He pressed End and dropped his phone back into his pocket.
He’d locked his hand around hers, and they were crossing the veranda when he stopped and frowned. “Someone’s persistent. I should take this.”
“Yeah, okay. I’ll meet you inside.” A glance through the glass doors and across the crowded room was all it took to spot her mother craning her neck in their direction before hurriedly looking away.
Kelsey clicked her tongue as she turned back to Kurt.
“Something tells me we weren’t as invisible out there as I thought we were.
If you get lost in the crowd, just look for the middle-aged parents with a zillion questions. ”